Lin Zifeng didn't say much, just nodded.
After taking the map from Long Zaitian's hand, he glanced at it briefly.
In a cold voice, he asked, "If this mission is completed, will you help me find my brother's body?"
"Don't worry, since the Martial Arts Alliance promised you, it will keep its word." Long Zaitian smiled and, turning his head, continued to add, "Also, this mission is very perilous. The Holy Land of Wumo City is full of traps, and you will encounter many troubles. There are many experts inside, and I'm afraid even the Martial Arts Alliance can't help you much. You'll have to rely on yourself."
Long Zaitian knew very well that the Holy Land of Wumo City had existed in Mo City for hundreds of years.
Even the troops of the martial world couldn't break through, and this time letting Lin Zifeng take on this task actually had some selfish motives.
After all, Lin Zifeng's influence was growing increasingly larger, and his own cultivation was incredibly powerful.
